Moleskine Chair

If you spilled something on the seat, you could just rip out the page! And, and, you could draw a picture of a cushion on it. But will this idea ever see the light of day? No. The short-sighted philistines who call the shots will thwart me yet again. Was Einstein ever as thwarted as I am? I don’t think so. Look at all the light bulbs around these days. You can’t turn around without running into a light bulb. Unless it’s turned off, but that means it’s still there, if I understand my physics correctly. You could turn around till the cows come home, and you won’t run into a Moleskine Chair. I’m resigned to being unsung in my lifetime. One day, though, I’ll be sung, and people will be sitting in Moleskine Chairs all over the goddam place. And I will turn in my grave. And hit a light bulb. One of those little refrigerator light bulbs. But it will be off, because it only comes on when you open the casket.